Hounds

houndsjpgHounds

When first approached, their

tails gently thump thump thump

yet I have watched these hounds

shred deer to bone licked

clean by ferocious tongues.

Sleeping, they seem no more

than lanky pups, glittering

canines concealed, but virile musk

urges them awake, famished,

no longer kenneled in dreams.

Thank you to the editors of California Quarterly for first publishing “Hounds.”

CA Quaterly

One thought on “Hounds”

  1. I am a big fan of your poetry. It fascinates me how people, animals, policies, institutions can appear benign and even helpful but in truth, they can be something much different than that.

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